3.4.11

I don't know what he's talking about...

John sat down in front of me and smiled, looking me straight in the eyes. He blabbered something which was drown by the deafening music filling in the closed-space of the room we were in.

"Blablablabla... you blablabla sober?"

"What?? I can't hear you!" I replied with a half-scream.

He continued looking at me and repeated his question with his screaming which was louder than mine. Amidst his effort in trying to beat the sound blaring from the nearby speakers, I looked at the movement of his lips glistened with beer froth and made up what he was screaming about - 

"WHY DO YOU LOOK SOBER TODAY??!"